1. Submisse the whore and wife


    Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: submisse, Rating: 66, Source: xHamster

    She's laying on the bed, her head resting on Ronny's belly, her hand idly stroking his cock. Rick's gone and I'm typing this. I hope you're enjoying it. I've got some pictures of my wife that I posted online Lovehonorobey.com . Isn't that stupid? Oh well. Someday, someone will bump into us on the street and say &#034I recognize you from somewhere...&#034 then get very, very quiet. If that ever happens, I'll offer her to them. It'll be fun, kind of like Russian Roulette. Three hundred dollar isn't bad, but the real money's going to show up at three. I've got a special treat for her. Something that will really push her button. It's amazing, all it takes is a little humiliation and she's creaming and begging and cumming all over the place. Add a little pain and she can't resist. The dream recipe for a happy marriage. Like I said, she got with the program early on. It was easy to learn how submissive she was while we were dating, overt and subtle clues abounded. Her upbringing, influenced her as did social conservatism, prepared her for a life as a dutiful wife. Her upper class background provided plenty of healthy food and exercise and she had a beautiful, tight body -- even with the extra-wide ass. She was the perfect package. As soon as we got home from the honeymoon, I laid down the law. Breakfast every morning at seven, dinner every night at six. Her in the gym five days a week and always exactly five pounds below her ideal weight. Ears pierced, Pussy shaved,. She worked ...
    every day from ten till two, just to bring in a little income. No point her sitting around the house all day. She got up in the morning an hour before me, showered, did her makeup and collated my emails - more on that later. Then, she made breakfast and woke me up with a cup of hot coffee. Some mornings, I wanted a blowjob, some mornings just coffee. She always delivered. Most important of all, though, she understood her main job, her reason for being there, was sex. She was always available. Her uniform around the house was whatever I decided but always 5 inch heels. There were plenty of times I had her put on lingerie or latex or whatever else crossed my mind, what mattered was that she made no decisions about her clothing, those decisions were all mine. As were all the other decisions around the house. It was just weeks into our life together that I started bringing men home to use her. She gave them the full GFE, hugging, kissing, flirting, but with none of the &#034maybe tonight&#034 bullshit. The night always ended up with their cock up her ass while she whispered to them how good they were. I always had them fuck her up the ass. It deepened the humiliated state I kept her in. And it made her cum better. She'd been conditioned for this her whole life. When we were dating, she told me her fantasies. They were always full of shame and humiliation, often, but not always, with pain. Every time I brought a new man home, I introduced her as an ass-whore. It was exactly right, it ...
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